He had to follow her lead, “You can think that way too. If you look at it from your perspective, it’s definitely not a comfortable topic. I know, Aze’s past actions were really over the line. I understand if you don’t forgive him. But if it weren't for being forced into it, I wouldn’t bring this up.”

Fu Yan took a sip of hot milk.

"Zhao is sick." Qin Heng got straight to the point.

The mellow fragrance of milk blends on the lips and tongue, sliding down the throat, warming the stomach.

Mingming was supposed to feel a comfortable warmth, but Fu Yan pinched the milk cup tightly, her brows furrowing slightly.

She turned her head to look out the window, "You're the doctor, he's sick, you don't treat him, and you tell me?"

"If I could cure it, I wouldn't have to come to you and say anything about it."

The glass reflected a fleeting panic in Fu Yan's eyes. Her breath caught in her chest, as if something was about to shatter. She took a deep breath frantically, managing to suppress the emotion.

After a moment, she lowered her eyes, “Oh, it’s serious?”

Qin Heng nodded, his expression also becoming evasive.

"Just say what you have to say!" Fu Yan breathed heavily, her voice unconsciously rising several octaves.

Qin Heng sighed inwardly, was this a rush job?

But he didn't dare to play too big, in case Huo Mingzheng found out that he deliberately blurred his condition to see Fu Yan's reaction, he would definitely give him a good scolding.

Since Huo Mingzheng knew that Fu Yan liked him, he couldn't bear to hurt her in the slightest.

Qin Heng quickly explained: "Don't worry, it's not a terminal illness. It's aftereffects from his kidnapping when he was young."

Even the warm milk cup couldn't warm her icy hands. She held the cup in both hands, taking two sips, and felt a sense of relief wash over her.

She let out an "oh" and said, "What do I have to worry about?"

Huo Mingzheng's aftereffects, she knew since she was young when she arrived at the Huo family mansion. The servants in the mansion said he was like a different person, irritable and easily angered, with very unstable emotions.

Later, they said it was Li Qin who helped him get out.

She set down her milk glass. "Li Qin is dead, so now there's no one to help him get through this, is there?"

Qin Heng frowned, "What does Li Qin have to do with this? Back then, they said it was her who helped A Zheng get out. In reality, it wasn't because of her."

He wouldn't beat around the bush about this. "Besides Ah Zheng, several boys and girls were also kidnapped that year. That day, when Ah Zheng escaped, a girl named Xiaowen shielded him. As a result, the girl was killed by the gangsters in front of Ah Zheng."

Fu Yan again tightened her milk cup, her fingernails digging in until they turned white.

Although Huo Mingzheng was precocious for his age at thirteen, he was still just a boy.

Suddenly, a peer of the same age was killed right in front of him while trying to protect him. This psychological trauma is probably something he will never be able to recover from his whole life.

“The reason Li Qin could soothe A Zheng was because her voice sounded a lot like Xiao Wen's. At that time, A Zheng seemed to be trapped in a nightmare. He couldn't distinguish between the present and the past; he only heard Xiao Wen's voice, which made him think Xiao Wen was still alive and hadn't been killed because of him.”

A-zheng felt guilty towards Xiao Wen, so he compensated Li Qin later. It was Li Qin who was greedy and wanted more. Her girlfriend status, including marrying A-zheng, were all because she took advantage of A-zheng's guilt.

Qin Heng paused, glanced at Fu Yan, "So after she grew up, Li Qin's voice changed, and she could no longer soothe Azheng with the same voice as Xiaowen."

Although ten minutes had already passed, Fu Yan seemed to have forgotten about time. She picked up the slightly cold milk and took a sip.

That's how it is.

A hint of self-deprecating amusement flickered across her impassive face. "What's the point of you saying this to me? Do you think my voice sounds anything like Xiaowen's?"

"Of course it's useful to speak with you."

Qin Heng looked at her firmly, "A-Zheng hasn't had a relapse in all these years, and his mood has always been good. Do you know when he first started having episodes?"

It was the day you fled Nancheng and went to Zurich.

This drove him to the brink of madness, and the source of his illness was no longer Xiao Wen's death, for which he felt guilty, but you.

(Editor in charge:young adult fantasy novels)